My body goes numb for a second and then the pain kicks in. Screams from the people echo into the night, it almost seems like the world comes to a standstill. When you work for dangerous people you would expect to get hurt pretty badly, I've been shot several times this isn't new.

I clench my wound and swing my body around to see who it is, I'm shocked, and I take a deep breath "Green eyes you shouldn't have done that "
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He chuckles and lowers the gun, Nester appears from behind him and grabs the gun out of his hand, he faces me and places a hand in his pocket.

" Did you think I'd let you leave just like that?"

My vision starts to blur and my head begins to echo, I feel warm hands wrap around me and I let my body sink into them.

Did death come for me? , this touch is oddly warm. I look at the figure holding me and I'm disappointed it's just Jason, shots start blaring and the noises grow louder. He shoves me into the car seat and the car starts moving very fast that it propels me into my seat, I hear him yell for me to keep my eyes open.

He takes off my blazer and pulls up my shirt to examine the bullet wound. He puts his hand on it, and I seat up.

"Let me see " I demand prying his fingers away. He looks at me bewildered"Just stay down " he says keeping his hand on it. I wrestle his hand away and I dip my finger into it.

"Eliza!"

" What?"

That green-eyed goblin couldn't even get a nice shot with my back turned towards him, the bullet just slightly grazed me. I try not to look Jason in the eyes, I can't believe that hot hunk shot me, I rest my head on the car window and look into the dark blue sky, it's empty without the moon and stars.

The clouds let out a thunderous howl, and lightning dances to the tune. The impatient pregnant clouds burst. The street is soon filled with the sound of the pitter-patter of the dancing rain.

He relaxes into his sit and lets out a sigh, he sounds relieved. He grabs his phone "I'm taking you to the hospital ". I pull off my wig and glasses, "There is no need for that, drop me off at home". He glares at me and proceeds to tell the driver to drop us at the hospital. Did this man not hear me?, it was just a fucking scratch "I have a thing tomorrow Jason I'll clean it up myself". He doesn't say a word and keeps his eyes on my wound. Then he breaks the silence, offering me a disappointed look.

"Sometimes I worry more about you than you do yourself, Would it kill you to be kind to yourself? "

I keep mute, and I don't give a reply because I can't think of one. He has called me unaffectionate, Robot, cruel and selfish in the past. I'm not the nicest person but him saying all these things hits a nerve, I am not her.

He takes off his jacket and tosses it next to me, "Are you going to say something?" he asks. I turn my eyes away from him not wanting to engage. He chuckles in an annoyed manner

" You never say anything, you have always been like this "

We never fight because I refuse to fuel our arguments, he is always coming at me and I don't know why. I clear my throat and swallow hard "Stop the car". He looks at me sharply,

"Drive!"

"Stop the fucking car "

The car stops and I swing open the door, I step into the street and I hear the car door slam shut. The rain starts drizzling, I hear him yelling at the driver. I don't know what has gotten into him, it is barely deep enough for stitches.

I don't look back and continue on my angry march, I wrap my hands tightly around myself, it is freezing and I'm regretting getting out of the car. What was I thinking?

I hear footsteps inching close to me, I turn my neck and it's that little bitch. Does he think I would come with him after that little ain't he pulled?

" Jason leave me, " I tell him.

He keeps following " Leave or you'll regret it ". I feel him grip my arm and he swings me around, our eyes connect. He looks even more irritated than he did in the car.

If he wants a reaction so bad I'll give him one, I curl up my fists and punch him, pretty hard. He doesn't react he just keeps staring, he rubs his nose and grabs me

"Let's go to the fucking hospital ......you are bleeding". His tone sounds a little softer than it did before.

He loosens his grip and holds my hand. He drags me behind him and I follow,the driver gets out and hands him the key .

We are both seated in the car, he sighs and lowers his head on the steering wheel. His cheek is all bruised up and I feel guilty.

"I'm sorry I hit you"

"Is that all you are sorry about?" he asks

" Yes!"

I don't even think of the impact my words would have on him. He is my friend, I've known him and Daniel for nearly thirteen years . I can't let anyone into my solitude, I refuse to show weakness. I'll hold on to my sadness because it is the only thing I have from the night I lost everything.

He proceeds to drive, his eyes meet mine for a split second and I immediately look away.

Am I selfish? I'm only trying to protect myself and that's not wrong?

It isn't? Right?

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